InsaneJournal

Who: Damien Thorn [OPEN]
When: Afternoon
Where: Park
What: Contemplation
Rating: TBD

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Damien had taken the day off. Actually, he was taking a whole week. He was alone now in the park, sitting by himself at a wooden picnic table. Whatever people there were, he was a good distance from them. A few birds perched by the side. Not that he really noticed any of that.It had been roughly two or three days since his future son, along with the other children, had went back to their respective futures. Was it three.. or wait, four? Maybe two? He had not thought to count. The young man had considered it to be a sort of mixed blessing with good and bad, though the question was what side outweighed the other. And how to improve that particular timeline. Especially when it left a lot to be desired. The good side was that he got a glimpse, an inkling of what he could look forward to. He had hope that he could have something, someone of his own. The bad.. which was a pressing concern.. was that it was short. Not only short, but ending in horrific violence and suffering. He had to prevent that somehow. Even if it was one possible future out of ten, he could not leave it to chance. He was the sort that wanted certainties and results for himself. There was too much at stake as far as personal things went.

He definitely didn't want to end up like his older self. Bitter, cold, uncaring of the world. But of course he could also understand on some level, what would lead him to be like that. He swore that wouldn't happen. And he'd take whatever steps were needed to make sure that A) he wouldn't become a massive asshole, and B) that his son lived past the age of nine. The second part was most important. He had a very good idea of the date and time. And he had a very good sketch of the demonic killer. Problem now was... the circumstances surrounding the event. How such a creature came to be, what led it to his door. What made it so deadly. He had discovered an encrypted file on his computer at home, no doubt left by himself. He hoped he could find a way to decode it. What he did know for certain was that he had about 14 years to change things... probably less, given how fragile that the nature of time could be.

Thinking on all this, the worrying, plus the fact that he saw that tragic and pain-filled event when he sometimes closed his eyes, more often than not.. sleep was not on his list of things to do as of late. Awakening pills were out, since his immune system had a resistance to anything that would affect normal people. He had showered each day so that his employees would be none the wiser. But it could be seen in his eyes, if one looked closely, that rest had not been found in some time. He was somewhere else at the moment, in his mind. He had his wallet open on the table, holding it on one hand as he crossed his arms, chin resting on forearm as he was staring down at the picture of his son that he took recently. He was likely in his own world, preoccupied with his own thoughts, and thus quite oblivious to anyone who could walk by..